Neverwinter Forest Loss

a bear.

a bear who spoke, who understood the concept of a god more than any beastly wolf he had spoken to.

it was a sign, surely. not that he had figured out what the sign meant yet but that was not the point.

he was meant to act. to spread his beliefs further than just canid creatures, it seemed.

who was he to decline? even as his willow figure trembled some on the edges, slow to approach the crumbled sight.

they…they do. i am sorry for your loss. truly.

and he was. beneath all of the fear he could read the grief stricken look upon her ursine face.

she was a mother, she had been intended to be a mother.

Heavenly Father, may You watch over these children in Your kingdom and raise them in heaven’s image. may You provide strength to their mother so that she may see through this. may You bless her with Your love in these trying times.

soft, mumbled with his head tilted down against his chest.

last rites and prayers had never been his speciality, but here he was. providing them all the same.